rose petals and thorns

As Harbringr announced the sparring pairs a flush of heat tingled against monochromatic cheeks. A flash of excitement surged beneath pale eyes as Hannibal's attention shifted towards Deathbelle. He would be sparring the love of his life, as well as his dear Empress. As light steps were made towards a less crowded portion of the clearing a smirk stained his slippery pink lips. Hannibal was well aware that Deathbelle was a proper fighter as well as being adorned with a few tricky accessories and those vicious claws. She would prove to be a difficult beast to overcome but he was determined to give her a tough time. Harbringr was testing them both it seemed.

After settling into the area they would fight Hannibal allowed his devious gaze to rest upon his dear flower. "Shall we give them a proper show?" The male lowered into a solid defensive stand with his body low to the ground, weight distributed, hackles raising into thick rolls, muzzle pointed slightly down to protect his throat, lips curled up to expose eager fangs, eyes narrowed into slants, and breathing controlled. He was ready to rumble but would allow the Empress to make her move when ready. "On your move, Empress."